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“You are going to have a very comfortable old age” That, I seriously doubt. With my love of Champagne, Bouche D’affinois, chocolate truffles and many other vessels of alcohol, sugar and saturated fat, combined with my complete lack of willpower, I am probably going to spend my old age unable to move due to weight,…

This is what I picture when I imagine a Paris cafe. I’ve never really liked the term “soft opening” when referring to the commencement of a business. It’s a term restaurants and hotels like to use to describe that they have in fact opened, but have not had a big party to celebrate it yet.…

Can you guess where I am? I am standing in the shadow of a dark and imposing bluestone mansion, at least I would be in shadow if there were any sun. Mist creeps around me, leaving moisture on every surface, too small to see, but easy enough to feel. The mansion and the inclining garden…

Well, I’m home. I’m sitting in my back yard in that surreal passage of time where holiday has not been over for long enough to transport your astral body back to ground zero. But very quickly, vacation-mode is slipping away, in converse proportion to the headache creeping in. An early start (5am), a flight with…

I have just been transported back to Melbourne, circa 1995. I am sitting on plush ribbed velvet in a jockey-owned restaurant. There is deep red carpet, white linen, a balsamic/olive oil combo bottle, and a waitress looming over me with a titanic-sized pepper mill. But then again, if it was 1995 Melbourne, she would be…